I stay behind after the family leaves. May as well enjoy having a house to myself, at least for a little bit. Given time, I'll move, but for now...a man just needs some quiet to wank and think.
I mostly spend my days reading though, sitting in the filtered sunshine, glittering like a fairy where no one can bother me. I go back through my history books, relive the days of my youth, the days of the war. It was only a couple nights ago I figured out that I was reading too fast, and I turned to leftover novels to pace myself out. They don't hold my attention as long as facts, or however close the historians got, but at least they're something.
Eventually though, I have to face reality. As rain dribbles down the windows, I bring out the cardboard boxes and markers.
I tape up another box of my books and scribble the titles onto the side of it mindlessly. I may not have much in the way of possessions, but I'm already wondering if the Lexus I bought will have enough space. I suppose it shouldn't really matter, aside from books and clothes I don't have much to bring. I should be used to living life simple, on the run, like I did with Mari-
I swallow back a frustrated growl and sweep a lonely book off the shelves, falling back on the too soft bed. I don't bother to remove my boots. Damn thing was only really for decoration. Alice and I barely got to use it, seeing as we don't sleep and all. Seems a shame though, the headboard is solid and it doesn't creak. It still has its uses. I may not like her for her personality, but no man could deny she'd look good with her legs spread, wrists tied to the iron, all naked and begging for-
I slam the book on my forehead, trying to distract myself from those thoughts. Now is not the time Jasper, you do not need to be thinking of your ex wife. I open up the pages and start scanning the words.